#random lil fic
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(Cw: injury description, death, some body horror ig, existentialism, lynx's dumb headcanons)
Gore dripped slowly down the slick, blue blade. A tear slipped down the cold cheek of the devil who lay there all wreathed in red and crowned if his broken horns. The sword had come down too hard upon his shoulder, and he hadn't been able to grab for the blade that he and scott had tossed aside in an act of virtue and honor. Their fists and claws had been all the weapon they'd needed... if the meteor hadn't struck when he had. The thick, acrid scent of burned fish swam through his nose as he cast his crimson eyes to the corpse of the merfolk who lay before him, wreathed in his own loser's crown of blazing laurels. A halo of blistering lava bubbled and popped as it seemed into the ground around the body. Scott hadn't even had a chance to grab their sword. Their legs had given out under them as the heat boiled their very will. Webbed hands were clasped around gills in a final act of desperate gasping, the smoke choking the air from lungs and gills alike.
Martyn felt the thrill filling his veins with a laugh. It was a hot, blazing pleasure that ran through his blood like lightning. It burned like pain, but it never did hurt. Others had said it hurt whenever you stole the time from another, but that wasn't true. It only hurt because they let themselves feel bad about it. He wouldn't do that. It was a death match after all.
Webbed hands twisted by the sea that gripped the blade losened their hold, and he only barely heard the sword fall to the red-stained grass beneath his feet. His boots had long since come off after his last death when he'd found they confined the large, webbed feet too tight. He clenched clawed toes into the wet grass. His arms felt heavy. Too heavy, and Martyn had to fight to stay upright as he laughed. No one was there to hear him laugh, but he threw his gold maned head back, every gasp of laughter making the pufferfish scales expand and flex under his skin, puffing up like the pauldrons of warrior. He laughed louder than he ever had before. Skizz had complimented his laugh on day one, hadn't he? Oh, how Martyn was glad Skizz had reminded him to laugh. Where was he now? With those listeners? Watchers? Taking his place among the contestants for the next match? Would Martyn join them then, too?
He sloughed the jacket from his shoulders, the banner of a long-lost land he could hardly forget flowing behind him like a scarf of blood from his waist. He flexed his claws- new additions after joining Scott- and looked down at those fishscaled hands. Were they stained red because of the blood he spilt? Or was it simply his scales matching his name? Filthy reds.
As he took a step forward, he lurched forward with an unnaturally long stride, feeling his muscles and flesh stretch with his motions like elastic stretched to its limits. His shoulder pulsed with his huffing breath. The fissures glowed purple, but he tried to ignore them. The time ticked down. The sand trickled through the neck.
That's my time.
He watched as every second passed in the pulse of his fissures and the beat of his heart. I need more time. He climbed the hill, every step more awkward than the last. It was like his legs didnt fit his hips anymore. He tasted the air, checked the tab. There had to be more time. Surely. He had drawn his blade with thirty minutes left. But now, Martyn wandered that familiar land for an hour. Maybe it was an hour? It was aimless and tired and hungry. Every second did not pass as a second, but as a beat of a time starved heart. Twenty four hours down to thirty minutes. I want my time back.
He broke into a sprint, tumbling down onto all fours. Drool (or was it blood?) Dripped down his chin as he scaled the towers, raced along the skynet, and over the hills. He scrambled around TNT craters. Had the meteor made those, too? The cake had gone stale. The bread had gone moldy. "Time... I need time. No, no, no, NO!" He snarled, his voice wet with bloodlust. After everything, he still LOST. He wasn't losing, no... no. But he watched as he lost. He stood before the hourglass, and watched red sand trickle down.
"CRUEL, YOU ARE CRUEL!" He snarled to the heavens, time-addled mind only forming words out of rage as he swiped with his claws at the sky. He couldn't hear their laughter. But he knew they laughed. They laughed and watched and listened and he had to wait. Is this how Grian felt while he buried Scar? Is this how Scott had felt before the watchers, in their infinate "mercy" slew him with a snap of their proverbial fingers? And Pearl? Did she relish the lonesome, or did she too curse the cruelty of those damn voyeuristic bastards overhead.
"Ren... Ren," he muttered, barely recalling whose name it is he called for as he held the tattered banner in his claws. "Scott... I..." He wasn't sorry. Betrayal had been in his blood since before day one.
Inthelittlewood Ran Out of Time.
#trafficblr#limited life spoilers#limited life martyn#mean gills martyn#inthelittlewood#i had feelings about Martyn's win that I needed to get out of my brain#best LL pov (besides maybe Scott I think)#congrats Martyn#have some angsty feelings of my hc for c!martyn descending into a frenzy after killing his besties#love all the lore in this story#and how none of it is scripted#fic#trafficblr blurb#random lil fic#sorry to followers who don't like the life series#and to my tma followers#but this series took over my brain for a sec
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"I'll see you guys later!" Eddie calls, his hips wiggling as he fake jogs to the door. Steve holds his hand up after him, Robin waves her whole arm at him, not looking away from the stove. Steve stares after him as he disappears, he hears the door open and click closed.
"You've got that dopey look on your face again." Robin says, crossing her arms and resting against the counter as she watches him. Steve turns to her, avoids her eyes and watches the steam rise from the bowl of Ramen on the countertop.
"Shut up." He grumbles.
"Just sayin. Your eyes get all shiny and your mouth literally hangs open sometimes... it's... ridiculous." She shakes her head but she looks... sad? Steve hates when she looks at him like that.
"Well-" he stops, takes a deep breath. Robin's lip twitches.
"Let it out babe. You'll feel better." She holds her hand out, twitches her fingers encouragingly.
Steve grimaces, runs his hands over his face and then jumps off the stool to his feet.
"It- it- it's just dimples! Dimples across the board Robin! I mean what am I supposed to do with that!?" He groans, his hands flailing at his sides, a habit he'd picked up from both Robin and Eddie.
"You should tell him how you feel maybe?" Robin says, he voice completely calm as she stirs her ramen slowly.
"Can you please stop suggesting that. We've established that's not a viable solution." Steve huffs, hands falling to the countertop on their small island, his shoulders tight.
"Well. No. You established that. I agreed to no such thing." Robin shakes her head, crosses her arms again.
"Steve. It's been three years. We've all lived together. For three years. You've been hopelessly in love with him. Forthree. Fucking. Years."
Steve opens his mouth to defend himself but before he can speak there's a clatter by the door and Eddie comes skidding back into the room.
"You're in love with me!?" He shouts, his eyes wide as they bounce between Robin and Steve.
"I'm out." Robin says, grabbing her bowl gently and walking away.
"Robin!" Steve calls, it sounds more like a whine but he would deny that to his grave.
"Nope." Is all he gets from her as she, uncharacteristically, gracefully dodges his reaching hands and disappears down the all into her room.
Steve turns, his mouth opening, about to apologize or backtrack or maybe cry a little, but instead finds himself with a chestful of Eddie Munson. Eddie's hands tug his hips close and then move nimbly up his sides to rest against his neck.
"Hi." Eddie says, smiling. Steve's eyes move to his cheeks, his dimples, helpless.
"Hi. I can expla- mmfph!" Eddie's lips press to his with a genlte force Steve could only associate with Eddie. His lips are soft, if a little chapped, and warm, moving gently agaisnt his. Steve lets his eyes fall closed and hums into the kiss, wraps his arms around Eddie's waist and holds him close.
"I'm in love with you too." Eddie breathes, pulls back, looks at Steve, his eyes shining with tears.
"I love you too." He breathes again, bumping his nose into Steve's.
"Yeah?" Steve asks, tilts his head and watches as Eddie dramatically clutches his chest with a teasing grimace.
"Yeah." Eddie nods, his nose scrunching. Steve bites his lip, squeezes Eddie's hips until he squirms and then pulls him close again.
"I love you." Steve says, reaching up and tucking Eddie's hair behind his ear.
"You said." Eddie sinks his teeth into his own lip and scrunches his nose again, swaying side to side, moving them both.
"Not to you. And it's nice to say it. Finally." Steve says, smiling as Eddie keeps them swaying slowly.
"Three years is a long time I guess." Eddie nods, slowly, eyes narrowing.
"What? What's that for?" Steve asks, reaching up and moving his finger over the frown lines on Eddie forehead, trailing his finger down his nose as well, making it twitch.
"Nothin just. Three years is a lot." He bites at Steve's hand as he moves it away to rest on Eddie's shoulder, Eddie's eyes move back to his face.
"But six years is longer." He mumbles it, and quickly tucks his face against Steve's neck, hugging him and holding him close.
"Wait what? Six years?" Steve frowns, tries to untangle Eddie from himself, Eddie holds on tighter.
"Eddie!" Steve huffs, manages to untangle himself and look at Eddie, who's red in the face.
"What?" He asks, sounding innocent. Like he hadn't just said what he'd said.
"Six years?" Steve asks. Eddie nods, looks at the floor.
"That was... senior year. My senior year." Steve says slowly, doing the math.
"Yeah. I was there for that." Eddie mumbles.
"I know. I just... you have not been in love with me since senior year." Steve protests, rolling his eyes fondly.
"Okay fine. Maybe not actual love. But I was infatuated. Big time." Eddie admits, rubbing at his neck.
"Dude I was miserable senior year. I had no friends. I got my fuckin heart broken. I mean I was a mess." Steve shook his head again, watched as Eddie nodded in agreement as he spoke.
"I know dude. And I know it probably says something shitty about me but... it was a good look on you." Eddie shrugged, looking sheepish.
"Misery was a good look on me?" Steve propped his hands on his hips. Eddie waves his hand at Steve, groans as he spins in a circle to get his eyes back on Steve.
"Yes man! Sorry. Not in like... ugh. I don't know. You went from pretentious douchebag to sad pretty boy. And you stopped Tommy shithead from shoving my head into a toilet one day and I dunna that sort of changed how I saw you okay?" Eddie's hands flailed, and then he clapped his hands and pointed at Steve.
"And! And and! You didn't even like... seem interested. You just told him to fuck off all nonchalant, and then you were gone, man! And then the next fucking year all that shit happened, and I saw you with the gremlins and I just... fell hard okay?" He shrugged again, rolling his eyes when he saw the grin spreading across Steve's face.
"You sat by my bed in the hospital man. What did you expect? There's only so much my little gay heart can fend off before it goes all soft and gooey." Eddie pouts at him and Steve thinks his heart might burst out of his chest.
"You never said anything." Steve says, takes a step toward Eddie.
"Yeah well. I didn't know you were into guys until very recently and I-" his hands wave at his sides, like he's helpless.
"You what?" Steve pushes, teasing now. Eddie levels him with an unimpressed look and then rolls his eyes.
"I was scared alright? Cuz if I said something, and you didn't feel the same, then I'd have ruined everything. And I don't know if you've notcied this Steve, but I kinda like having you around. And being around you." He makes a face, like it should be obvious.
"And love confessions tend to change things, between people. So I just... didn't say anything." He shrugged again, helpless again. Steve closed the distance between them quickly. Grabbing Eddie's face genlty, holding him as he stares at Steve.
"We are. So. Fucking. Stupid." Steve punctuates each word with a little shake to Eddie's head. The laugh that bursts out of Eddie as he wraps his arms around Steve and pulls him close again fills their apartment like sweet music.
Steve presses kisses anywhere he can reach, along Eddie's shoulder, up his neck, across his cheeks. Eddie finally cups his cheeks and finds Steve's lips with his own.
"Honey I love you. But if you ever call yourself stupid again in my presence we're gonna have a problem you and me." Eddie mumbles, his lips still brushing Steve's as he speaks. Steve snorts and dives face first into Eddie's neck.
"Laugh all you want sweetheart. I'm serious." Eddie assures him.
"I called you stupid too ya know?" Steve sighs into Eddie's shoulder.
"Mhm. I'm allowing that. Currently." Eddie hums, his hand rubbing Steve's back as he clings to him.
"Okay. I won't. But I do really love you." Steve says, pulls back to look at Eddie. His nose scrunches again, that giddy smile back on his face.
"I really love you too." Eddie darts forward, peppers kisses across Steve's cheeks.
"Shit. You're gonna be late." Steve says, glancing at the clock on the microwave. Eddie shrugs one shoulder.
"That's alright. They'll understand. You wanna come?" He asks, squeezing Steve's hips.
"You want me to come? To your dungeon game?" Steve lifts his eyebrows.
"Okay I know you know what it's called. That's not as cute as you think it is." Eddie says. Steve leans closer, his breath ghosting over Eddie's neck makes him shiver.
"Yes it is." Steve whispers, then licks a stripe up Eddie’s cheek, and then promptly pouts when Eddie is unfazed.
"They won't care if I come?" Steve asks, wiping at the wetness he'd left behind.
"Course not. The guys love you. And they'll be fucking ecstatic that I'm not gonna be pinning about you anymore." Eddie winks, slaps Steve's butt as he reaches behind him for his keys sitting on the counter.
"You've been pinning for me?" Steve repeats, teasing, as he grabs his shoes.
"Six. Years. Steven. Yeah, you could say I was pinning." Eddie grabs his bag off the floor as Steve tugs his laces tight.
"Alright alright. But hey," Steve presses himself to Eddie's side as they reach the door.
"They're gonna wish you were still pinning by the time we're done." Steve grabs Eddie's head and presses his lips to Eddie's cheek, hard. Eddie cackles, shoots Steve a wink as he grabs his hand, and tugs him out the door.
#this is just a random lil thing i wrote simple because i saw a gifset of eddie and his dimples#it took me ages to get it....sort of okay so i hope you guys like it#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#my writing#mine#fates endless inkwell#fei#my fic
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Dream's Sandbox II
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Time has passed and I still find this scene hilarious 🤣🤣❤️
Inspired on Dream's Sandbox, written by BookWyrm and Trasben.
🐥📢 Dialogues belong to the fic entirely
bb Dream & Dadmare belongs to Jokublog
Killer by RahafWabas
Horror by Sour-Apple-Studios
Cross by Jakei
#aoi-kanna#my art#undertale au#random stuff#dreamtale#bad sans gang#dadmare#bb dream#rip wormy the worm.#killer#horror#cross#lil comic#just draw for fun ^w^)/#Killer lived up to his name and exterminated wormy (accidentally) It's up to him to do the eulogy.#This fic always cheers me up#dream sand box
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Hey, you remember all those vague asks about someone angrily writing a Sans x Barnaby fanfic?
Yeah, well, I did it.
I'm working on the rest of the fic, gonna have at least 10 chapters with a bunch of lore sprinkled in between, but here, have this snippet for now:
All was peaceful in Home, as it always was. That's what Barnaby loved most about it. Everyone was friendly, playful, always willing to listen to his jokes (even if some of them were bad, and he got a tomato or two thrown at him in response.) He especially enjoyed spending time with Wally and Howdy, always willing to teach Wally a new joke or two, before using those new jokes in Howdy's Bugdega.
This particular afternoon, however, Barnaby was lazily lounging under a shady tree. Howdy was busy with some new stock in the shop, and Wally was playing a new complex game with an excitable Julie and a reluctant Frank. As for the others, Eddie was busy delivering mail, and Poppy was helping Sally with a new playscript. So, here Barnaby was, alone and letting out a loud yawn while coming up with some new comedy acts.
“Hm… maybe an airplane joke? Nah, nah, I've already made plenty of those. Something about bones? That could work, but how would I include the topic into an act…?” He mumbled to himself, putting a paw up to his chin in thought.
Then he felt the ground under him… shift.
Sink.
Slowly sinking deeper beneath him.
“What the..?” Barnaby looked down, confused as to why the grass seemed to be growing higher around him.
The sinking began to grow faster now, panicking the big beagle.
“W-Woah, woah, what's going on?!” Barnaby tried to scramble off the ground, but before he could, the grassy ground fell under him all at once. He yelped as he fell beneath the tree's roots, falling down a tight twisted tunnel. Barnaby reached his arms out, in the hopes of latching onto a stray root to climb his way out, but to no avail. He let out a grunt as his head harshly hit a rock on the way down, and his vision went black.
Barnaby didn’t know how long he was out for. However, he did know that, instead of waking up at the bottom of a dirt tunnel like he expected, he woke up in… a snowy forest?
“Ugh…” Barnaby groaned, wincing as he slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head. With another wounded groan, he looked around in his new environment. The sky seemed to be replaced with a rocky roof, indicating that he was still underground, but… that doesn't explain the evergreen trees or the snow that seemingly fell from nowhere.
“… the hell..?” He mumbled, confused and unsure what to do.
“Hey, buddy.”
Barnaby stiffened at the sudden voice, turning around slowly. There stood a… a skeleton?
“I think you dropped this.” The skeleton spoke in a lazy voice, wearing a blue hooded jacket and a seemingly-permanent toothy smile on his face. In his left hand, he held Barnaby's hat, tilting it out to the beagle. Barnaby must have dropped it when he fell down here.
“Uh… thanks.” Barnaby hesitantly took the hat from the strange skeleton, trying to offer a friendly smile in response, before putting his hat back on.
“No problem,” the skeleton replied simply, putting his hands back in his pockets. “The name's Sans. Sans the Skeleton. What's yours?”
“… Barnaby. Barnaby B Beagle.”
“Nice to meet ya, Beagle. So, what were you doing on the ground? Didn’t look like you were making snow-dogs or anything.”
#alternatively i was going to insert the meme 'you did it. you crazy son of a bitch you did it'#but this gif perfectly encapsulates my reading experience#at first i was like 'oh god. oh no'#but you know what? ill read it.#what is fanfic for if not crack pairings and random fun b.s yk yk#You Better Make Me Laugh. This Is A Threat#im jesting im jesting <3#i have a feeling itll be funny...#i feel like im 12 again reading my first crack fics and that is a Compliment!#Listen listen. listen. if you complete the fic ill scribble up a lil 'cover' for it#deal? deal.#fuck me ill have to learn how to draw sans#well i need skeleton practice anyway. even if the bones are cartoony anyway#rambles from the bog#ten chapter fic ooo boy#well wait. whats the chapter sizes? are they short?#is it like... ten 1k (or less) chapters#or is it Sizeable like ten solid 3k chapters#questions that you Do Not have to answer! im just curious! i will be reading this either way!
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9-1-1 Valentine's Day fics
A rec list, my valentine's gift to the fandom 💕
Let's start out with a Henren fic: 'A Perfect Date’ by sansasnarks | @petersthree (G, 1k), an excellent Valentine's meal.
‘This Must Be Love’ by @spotsandsocks (M, 6k) in which it's a few days before Valentine's Day and Chris asks Buck some questions
‘Be Our Valentine’ by @tabbytabbytabby (T, 1k) in which Christopher asks Buck to be his and Eddie's Valentine
‘To Love and Be Loved’ by OneTrueEmotion (G, 1k), family fluff in which Eddie is to get breakfast in bed.
‘growing pains’ by ColorMeParanoid | @color-me-paranoid (T, 6k) in which Christopher makes a Valentine's Day card for a boy in his class, and Eddie freaks out about it just a bit.
‘Bottled Poetry’ by Bob_loblaws_lawblog | @buddierights (T, 7k) in which buddie fake a relationship on a trip to a winery, and Eddie pines
‘valentine's lasagna’ by @lilythesilly (G, 1k) in which Buck chaperones a date, has an existential crisis, and makes a lasagna
‘Sleepless in LA’ by satashii | @satashiiwrites (M, 74k, complete but a re-write is in progress) in which Buddie promise to meet up on Valentine’s Day (this should also be recced in a third part of the films AU list!)
[Rec list Masterlist] [Valentine part two]
#911 fox#buddie#and a lil' Henren cos we were very good#fic rec#rec list#911 abc#valentine's day fics#there are so many out there go check em out#by necessity this is rather random#please note part two on it's way soon!#feel free to tell me about author tags where they’re missing 😘#tumblr stop knocking my links off challenge
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on the days that they don't work together (rare), bea takes the wicker basket that ava impulsively bought at the very beginning of their stay in the alps. ("like from the movies bea!")
two blankets, sandwiches, and an orange to share.
the first time, ava tramples around the fields for a solid 40 minutes, returning with a bunch of hand selected flowers. "thank you," she whispers, tucking a blossom behind bea's ear. the breath is stuck in her throat.
bea has to drop her off at work again before she can even take a breath.
walking back to their apartment over the cobblestones, she cradles the flower in her palms. edelweiss. noble and white. l'étoile d'Alpes. the star of the alps. but with ava beside her, she doesn't think anything shines brighter.
it gets pressed that night, soft and gentle, between the pages of her leather bound journal.
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the next time, night has fallen as they stroll away from the strobe lights of the bar. this time it's quieter, huddled under a blanket by the lake.
"do you think," ava murmurs, facing the water, "that people can feel the love we leave?" will you feel it when i'm dead and gone?
beatrice's heart aches. "i think they do. and all the love we've yet to give." if only you could feel the love in my heart that rests in your hands, my dear, she wants to say, and the things i would give for you to live, but the words stick in her mouth.
"i like it here," ava breathes, here with you.
"i do too," bea responds, eyes fixed on ava's face. l'etoile d'Alpes, she thinks, is sitting right here with me.
tears glisten on her cheeks in the moonlight. and beatrice has never seen anything brighter.
#edelweiss -- noble and white#pure#like the love they share#noble#and devout#to each other#til the end of time#that was my thought process abt all this#this was supposed to be a fluffy lil piece abt sunny days and afternoon picnics#and#the tenderness of feeding smo else oranges 😭#but take this instead#also for some reason this stemmed from a very angsty hurt!bea rescue fic#but alas have this random thought instead#boink scribbles#avatrice#warrior nun#ava silva#sister beatrice#hcs
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Sometimes, a random idea grabs hold of your scruff and shakes you until you've finished writing the damn thing.
#random rambling about writing#a break from more Serious ideas for Blades in the Night and tinkering with the Nightsongs epilogue#think I'll have stuff for a while and then I'll do a lil break while I post those prompt fics from a couple months back#(I will undoubtedly write a shitload while I'm “taking a break” just like every other time lmfao)
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💙Sam & Wes at the Warped Tour '97💙
#a 'lil gifset to pair with the latest fic I dropped#and as always folks you don't have to read it if you don't want to but I did want to make this gifset just because#These two. This interview. Doesn't get better than that.#Wes' sunnies are fucking rad af#I'd like to think he bought that hat at some random truck stop on tour#and Samuel looking like a Grade-A certifiable snack#it sure looked beautiful that day. big bright skies and bands galore. sounds like heaven.#Sam Rivers#Wes Borland#Limp Bizkit#nu metal#WeSam#down the rabbit hole
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finally done
#hsr argenti#honkai star rail#honkai fanart#argenti fanart#lil piece influenced by some random outfit desc from a very spicy fic i stumbled upon#because honestly how can i see a line 'argenti wore a loose blouse' and not rush to my pc to draw that PLEASE#anyways i have been struggling to draw lately (screw my work) but i'm glad i found time for my boy damn i'm so glad i won that 50/50
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(a few of the) jackass ocs that i have n need to write for :
-> member of the main cast
shes insane n crazy n cleaner than the others but smells kinda bad bc of the guys. prefers dangerous stunts to gross out shit nd is open about it. refuses to work with shit nd body fluids. somehow never pukes. def skates nd was recruited for it. shes hot.. so hot. i picture devon aoki. crop tops, wife beaters, graphic tees, shorts, low-rise jeans, vans—and bikini tops. gets harassed bc everyone thinks shes dating SOMEONE on the cast nd shes not but also has a thing for one of them. parties a LOT nd smokes a shit ton of weed .. sometimes shrooms n molly but none of the really hard shit. cant swim. has a quick temper n is impulsive n way too fuckin risky. only drinks fruity cocktails or sweet shit. fought w both mtv and paramount to do most of the stunts she did. bruises for days. prob dropped out of school. vegetarian. also likes girls. super messy. gets in fights. doesnt have too many tattoos but most of the ones she has she did herself. thinks pontius is the funniest. will call out sexist n rude interviewers. smokes more than any of the guys. steals a lot of shit nd collects lighters. takes a lot of photos of the crew but mostly when theyre not filming. her nickname is pissbaby. doesnt drive. a light sleeper. half the guys shit on her like they do to each other nd the other half also do but finds her adorable n gets worried when she does certain stunts. 1000% loves all animals nd isnt scared of any. sunkissed. travels with the wildboyz frequently. secretly is terrified if someone gets hurt. touchy nd sometimes has no concept of personal space but only at random times. always has at least one person crashing oh her couch. cant cook. likes hookups but is picky about them. bffs with stephanie. cusses like a fuckin sailor. gets bored easily. is a flirt. both the nicest nd the meanest but mostly the meanest. is an amazing singer and will do karaoke at any time. is an asshole n very flawed. lowkey a sex symbol .. nd loves it. doesnt like to carry a purse. hates her boys but also loves them. the most macho cast member
-> producer/dickhouse co-founder/big brother crew
not a stunt person but will participate in pranks. skates but is really casual about it. totally a writer. journals but in a messy , not artistic but kinda artistic way. really funny. like, really fuckin funny. smells good. seems put together and is but also isnt at all. takes a lot of photos when theyre filming. has no patience. drinks a lot of coffee and also alcohol. has never had a relationship thats lasted longer than a month. gets cold easily. goes by her last name almost exclusively. tragically hetero. very serious when it comes to filming which causes everyone to fuck with her—shes funny when shes mad, apparently. thinks its hilarious when someone gets hurt. not a pussy but is also scared of the most random shit. will do anything for the perfect shot. steals the guys’ shirts and hoodies. has the cutest laugh nd smile. dimples. half the cast has had a crush on her at some point and the other half jokes that shes their ideal woman. workaholic. picky eater. smarter than everyone in the room. some of the funniest stunts were her idea. doesnt make fat jokes nd the guys are on a mission to change that. doesnt smoke and never has but chews nicotine gum. cringes when people flirt with her. fun at parties. is a horrible artist. wrote some of the most fucked up big brother articles. lowkey into one of the guys but represses it for work. horrible eyesight and wears contacts but never her glasses because everyone tells her how cute they are. forgets to brush her hair. falls asleep in her contacts. can read jeffs mind and vice versa. manipulative and persuasive as fuck nd can convince someone to do anything. agrees to do pranks even without knowing what it is. a big fan of costumes. will laugh until she and pisses herself when someone mentions mianus. beer enthusiast. always volunteers to drive. seems quiet and uptight but isnt—she couldnt do her job if she was. is actually quite sensitive and caring but in her own, weird way. as evil, if not more so, than tremaine. proud of her work and her boys
-> cky member
grew up with the cky guys. skated since she came out the womb but isnt the best at it. big lesbian. plays bass. choppy hair from the guys fucking with it. hoodies n cargo pants or baggy jeans. shitty actress but tries her best. has never bought cigs and steals them from dunn. stupid tattoos. shy around girls. always chewing minty gum. scared of the guys’ driving. practically lives at castle bam. hates being on camera but does it anyway. junk food enthusiast. overshares. ape and phils favorite kid. is lowkey desensitized to bam being a prick. doesnt dislike kids/babies but is awkward + doesnt know what to do with them. doesnt wear or use element shit just to piss bam off. hates nudity. no sense of style but it works for her. kinda lazy. not a fan of sweets. doesnt like vito. extremely clumsy. hates traveling. chews her lips to shreds. nice skin but has no routine. reeks of boy sweat. doesnt like being in photos. wakes up and takes a shot. talks with her hands. loves the guys’ girlfriends more than she loves them. does better on radio than on tv. picks at her nails and has restless leg. dated raab when she was closeted .. and it was hilarious. will sleep through anything. unintentionally funny. gets teased the most. the guys love her but aren’t protective at ALL and live for making her life hell. awkward. is genuinely insane but only if she knows someone well. is often broke but doesnt give a shit. gets nagged by ape to take care of herself. can talk to phil for hours without getting bored. a fan favorite on jackass when she appears—usually she stays behind the scenes. very gay but has a massive crush on tony hawk and is a huge fan… theyre actual friends and she still gets starstruck. burns cds constantly but can hardly use a computer. has broken a ton of bones. has poor bladder control and has pisses herself an embarrassing amount of times. knoxville adores her for some reason. fast runner. pukes easily and has acid reflux. way too chill for living such. chaotic life but we love her
#idk mayb just headcanons or scenarios or specific relationship headcanons ??#request summ or give me ideas#if u like these n wanna hear bout my others lmk#these are just random random lil things bout them#shit i write#jackass oc#jackass#jackass fics#johnny knoxville#bam margera#chris pontius#dave england#jackass fic#jackass x reader
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#okay this is not a reveal of which fics the dialoge belongs to (completely random orders for both) but#fic.🌧 sobachka#fic.🌧 quid pro quo#fic.🌧 blood in the water#also my yet unnamed sae fic where the reader kicks him to the couch#and a sequel to the reo drabble i just posted#annnnnnd a lil draken fic that i dont think ive talked about at all pfft#okay have at it
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listened to bikini kill for the firat time in a while and remembered this 8th year pansmione fic where pansy is a lil punker
#myart#art#krita art#pansmione#hogwarts 8th year#fic art#punk! pansy parkinson#wee lesbians#maybe i like the random noise effect a lil too much
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time for oc x canon week!! in addition to wanting to write GunterLeigh sickfic, this was inspired by the day 4 and 6 prompts, 'Caring for one another' and 'An intimate moment' (among other ideas that have been steeping in my brain for these two)!
Read the story on AO3
#gunter#fire emblem heroes#summoner oc#summoner leigh#summoner leigh/gunter#knightea#if you heard me screaming about random askr headcanons over the last few months it was probably related to this fic#was having many lightbulb moments while i was write this fic (if i see an opportunity to add in lil details then im gonna do it)#CUZ WHO KNOWS WHEN THE CHANCE WILL ARISE TO INCLUDE THEM AGAIN#initially this started out as purely sickfic but it quickly spiralled into 'okay i also want to include other characters' and also#'okay but there's so much relationship lore i can add to this beast'#ANYWAYS. HERE WE ARE. OVER 5K. that's the longest oneshot ive written in a hot minute.#if you read thank you so much <3#gunter (fates)#fe heroes#my writing
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Ramblin~
I’m thinkin I’ll switch around my Arthur day’s scheduled posts to have the things I’ve previously reblogged in the night/morning hours and then the new stuff toward the end 🤔 that or spread it out over two days…
If anyone wants to deplete how many Arthur posts you see on May 22nd, filter the tag #scheduled. It won’t fully save you, but it should help 😅 but they’re all great posts, so I think everyone will enjoy 🙂↕️
I won’t have my Arthur hair in time for his bday 😔 I kinda guessed I wouldn’t, it’s just come down to not being mentally fit enough to sit in a chair with a chatty stranger for hours. Not to mention the dreaded phone call to schedule something 😖 but real talk, I haaate having long hair, it drives me crazy and the heat’s making it extra uncomfortable waaahhh the fact I’ve had it this long for a while is madness
#le ramble#my goal for his bday is just to be a lil happier for those 24 hours#that’s all#all the arthur simps shall join together#and keysmash on any and all art/fics/creations that day#tick tock it’s loving arthur o’clock#random arthot thought
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lemme say, you materializing for the first time since september with not one, not two, but THREE fics??? icon behavior. i’m being fed. thank you so much 🙏
thank u... i hope i am not just an icon but also a cryptid to you... 🥺
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I just want to know Sevika’s past that’s all I’ve ever wanted in life
She has SO much potential as a character!! The writers set up her story so far really well, I would be so dissapointed if they didn't take their chances to explore Sevika's past a little more. A flashback would be so cool. Maybe from when she was a young adult or something.
I don't know why, but the first thing that popped up in mind was that Sevika would have been the kind of teenager who never, ever did their homework. Tell me I'm wrong, I'll wait.
No, but really. I feel like there would be so many different ways the writers could go about telling her backstory. There's so much left up for interpretation here. Let me share some of my ideas:
I've seen people speculate that she was part of a large family with a lot of siblings. And for good reason, I think that would fit her character so well. The constant competition for the best food on the table, attention from parental figures, etc. Sevika clearly knows that you have to work hard if you want something and I feel like her childhood was at least partially responsible for that.
Obviously, with family comes loyalty. A lot of siblings also means a lot of potential to form strong bonds, somebody to always have your back. Family comes first. Though not all family has to be related by blood. Maybe just by similar values and struggles. Sound familair?
Hear me out, though. Sevika as an only child. Imagine her having to figure out the world all by herself. Having to rely on people outside of her direct family. She would learn that loyalty is not given freely, but earned.
No matter which one you prefer, I think she either has a lot of siblings or none. No one sister or two brothers or something, no. Either like ten siblings or zero.
Like I said earlier about her probably never doing her homework? I don't know how the education situation is in the undercity.. but as a student, I bet she was always one of the people hiding somewhere behind the school building, skipping class to smoke with her friends.
Somehow she still didn't fail all of her classes because she's secretly just really smart. Maybe she studies in secret at home. I wonder what her favorite subject would have been..
As a young adult I feel like she worked hard and partied even harder. Not so much anymore now probably, I hear partying hard starts to become more and more physically demanding once you're past 25 or something lol (can confirm..)
I bet she was so much fun at parties. I would 110% party with her
I hope this isn't too incoherent, I'm so fucking tired from work today lmao
#arcane#sevika#arcane sevika#arcane imagine#arcane imagines#arcane headcanon#arcane headcanons#headcanons#cat writes#not sure if this was just a random ask or a request for hcs or a fic#you're gonna have to be a lil more specific about what you want out of a request if it was one
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